Taming The Las Vegas Playboy

The night of the party to welcome Amiya O'Neal, the youngest daughter of Santo O'Neal, had arrived.

Santo O'Neal, an American man of the early fifties. He had a construction company. The company that had been stable and prosperous for generations passed down to the hands of Santo.

He was the only son, so he inherited it inherently, despite the fact that his administration skill was almost nonexistent.

Santo grew up using money like paper. But being handsome, so he managed to get a rich woman. Afterward, Santo almost destroyed her treasure due to being possessed by a gambling demon. So she asked for a divorce.

He had a daughter from his first marriage, Sara O'Neal, twenty-seven years old. The one Santo had already sent to Stefan years ago when he could not pay his interest.

After divorcing from the American wife, Santo married again to a Thai woman, but she later had cancer and died, leaving him a daughter, Amiya O'Neal. The one who had just graduated from England.

For Amiya, after her mother died, her grandparents adopted her and raised her in Thailand without Santo's interest. But now when she finished university and grown-up with beauty, Santo thought she could help him out with the debt just like Sara did for him in the past.

Santo asked Amiya to return to Las Vegas to celebrate. But the hidden plan was to launch Amiya to the rich young men around Las Vegas. Especially, Stefan Mackenzie who was the most important target for Santo. He had hoped that the party tonight, Amiya would catch Stefan's eyes.

 And if Stefan was interested, Santo would be able to write off all his debt so the party he had held tonight would pay off and worth his investment!

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Stefan stood, holding a glass of whiskey, he was looking out of the bedroom windows. The tall figure wore a black suit, shiny Italian leather shoes. He looked handsome and elegant from head to toes. 

"I am ready."

The soft voice said at the connecting door. Stefan turned to look and paused. The image in front of his eyes took his breath away.

The slender body in a stunning pale-pink satin evening dress stood there and smiling beautifully. The upper part above the dress was covered with lace, decorated with delicate golden silk in flower patterns. The shoulders and arms had see-through soft silk down to the wrists. Beautiful and showed nothing as the boss required.

She had her shiny black hair up in a bun. Her face applied makeup only lightly but she looked beautiful and perfect. Stefan lit a smile and stepped forward her.

"You look very pretty."

He complimented sincerely from his heart. Wirata gave him a shy smile. She raised her hands to straighten his tie.

"You look very handsome, too."

She complimented him back. Stefan used his hand to lift her chin up, bent down to kiss on her forehead.

"Really? Handsome and do you like it?"

He was in a very good mood, ready for the party. Wirata looked at his handsome face and tilted her head pretending to think longer than necessary to tease him.

"Hm,..." She made a sound in her throat. 

"Okay. You don't have to answer. I know what you will say."  He said in a knowing tone.

"What do you think I will say? "

She asked with a surprised and amused tone.

"You don't like it because I am a Satan in your eyes. I know."

He responded. Wirata kissed softly on his chin.

"But tonight, you look like Angel Stefan Mackenzie and I like it very much."

The clear and cheerful voice said making Stefan raised his eyebrows, staring deep in her eyes to find out if she was joking. But he saw the honesty and sincerity clearly shown in her twinkling eyes. His lips formed a charming smile and gave her another kiss on her nose.

"So it is worthwhile for me to waste my time to dress like this. Bring a shawl with you as well, in case it gets cold later. You have just recovered from the flu. "

The voice said and dragged her hand to her bedroom, letting Wirata open the wardrobe and picked a silk shawl to over her shoulders.

"Ready?"

Stefan asked. Wirata put her hand on his muscular arm and nodded. He smiled and then led her out to the living room.

Ben and James looked at the big boss, walking out to the living room by having Wirata on his side. They looked handsome and beautiful, very suitable for each other.

*****

Santo O'Neal's large three-story building was situated outside the city, just like John's home. With a spacious area like many wealthy houses. At this time, the front area was filled with the luxury cars of the guests.

Ben stopped the car in front of the marble steps. James opened the door for Stefan to come down, followed by his lady. Then Ben drove the car to find the place to park.

Santo stood at the door. When he saw the guest he had been waiting for. The chubby man with silver hair rushed toward him. Santo was a little surprised to see Stefan came with a very beautiful woman. The manner in which Stefan held her hand gently and carefully helped her to step up to the balcony, was very genuine.

"Hello, Stefan."

Santo greeted his biggest creditor and sent his hand out in front. Stefan nodded as a greeting and shook the older man's hand just for manners.

"Hello, Santo. It's been a long time since the last time we saw each other."

The powerful voice said making Santo got a red face in embarrassment as the statement reminded him that he had not paid his bills for many months.

"Well, yes, I am so engaged with work at the moment. Please come inside. I have prepared a table for you. "

Santo hurried to invite the special guest along with his lady enthusiastically. When they walked inside the house. The main hall was filled with people from high society.

Stefan raised a corner of his mouth, smiling in amusement to see those who were acting rich but hollow inside. Many of them in this room were his debtors. And when they saw him they smiled and lifted the glass to greet him. But the ones who missed payments had rushed out and hid away or pretended not to see him at all!

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